Ruby Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Winter tho - that’s the kicker. Whore’s out in the cold, still standin’, but it’s brutal. Like that frozen lake in the movie, all quiet but screamin’ inside. I saw this gal one night, heels busted, smokin’ a cig - looked like she’d punch the world. Made me sad, but damn, respect! She’s a fighter. “The past is past,” movie says - whore lives that, I bet.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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